The Fragrant Wood Swordsman
pkh 01 part 4

Seeing this, Thian Kek Hwesio, became somewhat pale in face and understood him that the power level of the old geezer sinkang was much higher than him. He stepped back while clasping both hands in front of his chest and muttered,

"Omitohud...!"

"Sorry, my sute and my lipstick are forgetting their own stupidity!" said Thian Ti Hwesio and this skinny hwesio now moving both hands forward, towards the wooden sword lying before Sin-jiu Kiam-ong's feet and... the sword suddenly floated up like it was sucked in a haphazard iron then flew towards the two hands of the Siauw-lim-pai figure.

All the characters who were there knew only that the power of this white eyebrow sinkang hwesio was much higher than the power of his sute. Sin-jiu Kiam-ong even let out a complimenting voice, saying,

"Good! Noon-bhok-kiam, before I let you, you can't change employers. Now return!"

He reached his left hand and the wooden sword that had flown towards the two hands of Thian Ti Hwesio suddenly turned around and flipped, drifting towards Sin-jiu Kiam-ong!

Thian Ti Hwesio became very curious. He immediately added strength to both of his arms, even his body was a bit low as he moved both hands towards the sword. Afternoon-bhok-kiam again circled in the air as if hesitating to fly where, but finally flew back to Sin-jiu Kiam-ong and fell in front of the grandfather in his place earlier.

Thian Ti Hwesio rubbed the sweat on his forehead, then stepped while holding both hands in front of his chest.

"Sin-jiu Kiam-ong is getting older and more dashing, just like what our temperature has warned us to be. Siancai..pain....!"

"Thian Ti Hwesio was too praised," Sin-jiu Kiam-ong said.

"She Sie's guy! If others respect you, I Sin-to Gi-hiap no! I know your stomach! I am a warrior, including the righteous and clean, how can I stand on equal footing with you a perverted and filthy figure? I said not to beg for a Day-bhok-kiam, but to cut off your head and take your sword!"

Sin-jiu Kiam-ong looked at the person who spoke in that loud voice. He was a seventy-year-old grandfather, yet his body was still standing upright and steadfast, his face was imagining prowess and good looks. A naked machete let out a forward-looking light in his right hand, his clothes concise and simple, pure yellow.

"Snake tongue! My wife has died, but her grudges and my grudges against you will not vanish until my cleaver has cut off your neck! Let it be witnessed by the valiant people here who listen to my confession, for I am not a coward. Fifty years ago, in your cleverness to seduce you disturbed my wife and forced her to have an affair with you. Fifty years ago I lost to you, but now try to prove it! Rise up and fight my cleaver!"

Sin-jiu Kiam-ong points his index finger at the now-old swordsman's nose. "Sin-to Gi-hinap, before cursing people why not feel your nose first? I used to have a dark love affair with your wife, but what's wrong with it if she herself wants it too? And know that I have the heart to do this deed because of how much you have obtained your beautiful wife by plundering and forcing! You found him by killing his single robber husband in Taibu, then robbing his beautiful wife. Do you think that I do not know that you killed the robber not at all because of the impetus of your warrior soul, but because of your lust to see his beautiful wife? You rob women by way of violence, I rob her of her love in a subtle way. What difference? At least, I'm more successful in getting her love!"

"Basic fucker! Thou shameless pervert criminal, jai-hwa-cat (flower picker). Soon you will be able to come here and let me make a statue of a jai-hwa-cat to be placed on your tomb so that everyone can spit on it!"

After saying so, Sin-to Gi-hiap then leaped towards a mountain rock as big as a human, his cleaver before him was a brilliant white ray, a brilliant white light, it flashed and rolled around the stone so that there was a loud sound and sparks flared blindingly.

After the glittering scroll vanished and everyone looked up at the rock among the dust, it now appeared that the stone had become a statue depicting Sin-jiu Kiam-ong's head! Even though it was rough, it was clear that it was the statue of the old old man who was now sitting cross-legged looking at the statue and smiling!

"Well, the more clever you are, Golok Sakti! But it is not the science of the machetes that I mean, but the science of carving! Baby so rude! Can't it be refined anymore? Let me help you."

After saying so, Sin-jiu Kiam-ong then picked up Siang-bhok-kiam who was still lying before his feet, and once he turned the wooden sword came a loud whistle.

A roll of green light snatched forward, towards the statue, kept the light circling the stone statue then flew back towards Sin-jiu Kiam-ong. Everyone looked at and. The stone statue that had been rough, had now become smooth like a sharp knife rubbed and was rather shiny beautifully!

"Kiam-sut (sword science) is great, but who is afraid? Look machete!" Sin-to Gi-hiap who was already furious once lunged forward with his cleaver.

Sin-jiu Kiam-ong laughs and moves Siang-bhok-kiam, making a whirling motion around the opponent's cleaver. The circling was only his sword light, therefore the grandfather himself was just sitting cross-legged and the distance between them was still far away. But the Golok Sakti screamed in shock and quickly jumped back and then looked at the end of his dead-end sleeve!

"Kiam-ong still deserves to be Kiam-ong (King of Swords)!" There was a voice of praise and now two grandfathers who were dressed like farmers, patiently calm and dashing, had come forward. "But dear Kiam-ong only advances the birth without remembering the inner progress, so that the skin is beautiful but the contents are rotten! Sin-jiu Kiam-ong, we Hoa-san Siang-sin-kiam (Pair of Sword Sakti Hoa-san) became messengers from Hoa-san-pai to ask for your responsibility for your sins. You once stole a female disciple of Hoa-san-pai, stole an heirloom sword, and stole a medicinal herb made by our Sucouw. Our chief will think to be wise to forget your sins against us if you like to hand the sword of Siang-bhok-kiam to us!"